The day I immigrated to the United States, I was given an alien ID card that
featured a cute photo of me at age 15. Years later, when I went to the
courthouse to become a citizen, a clerk confiscated my card. "What will you
do with it?" my wife asked. "We burn it" was the answer. "Could you please
cut the photo off and let us keep it?" asked my wife. "Certainly not," said
the clerk. "This card is official U.S. government property. As such it
cannot be mutilated before it's destroyed."